This room—if it can even be called that—doesn't exist in the real world. It's an isolated chamber suspended in an alternate dimension, crafted through high-level space magic and reinforced with countless defensive and reality-altering enchantments. No sound escapes these walls, no outside force can interfere, and no prying eyes can penetrate its barriers. Whoever designed this place isn't just a powerful mage—they are in a league of their own.
Naturally, the weight of the situation isn't lost on Sophia. Seated across from Mirabelle, she is visibly tense, her posture rigid, hands clenched into tight fists. Beads of sweat gather on her forehead. And who can blame her? She's face-to-face with an Ocular—one of the twelve highest-ranking members of the Basilisk Order, a secretive organization that holds immense influence in the shadows.
But that's not all.
